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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Excepter,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.