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 Armenia and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Kayak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Motorama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
Howard Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.