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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Angry Samoans,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Faust,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.