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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Absolute Body Control to the rock 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharoah Sanders,
OOIOO,
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Letta Mbulu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Minny Pops,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Alison Limerick,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.