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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Urselle to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang of Four,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Bronski Beat,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Bad Manners,
Mad Mike,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Index,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.