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 Burundi and from Houston.
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 Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Wings,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Iggy Pop,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Davy DMX,
Aaron Thompson,
10cc,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.