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 Romania and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
The Buckinghams,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
Zapp,
The Associates,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Pulsallama,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Henry Cow,
Sandy B,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.