Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blake Baxter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Can,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Rhythm & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
cv313,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Pere Ubu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
JFA,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Drexciya,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.