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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Pagans,
Michelle Simonal,
Lindisfarne,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
X-101,
Funkadelic,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Alphaville,
X-102,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.