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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 One Last Wish to the grunge 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Cal Tjader,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.