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 Thailand and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the dance 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Visage,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter & Gordon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Fela Kuti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Saints,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Delta 5,
Darondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.