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 Bolivia and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.