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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the dance 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tim Buckley,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Hardrive,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
the Normal,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Interpol,
Echospace,
The Invisible,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.