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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Moody Blues,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Heaven 17,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.