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 Zambia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Godley & Creme to the crunk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
X-102,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
The Offenders,
Unwound,
The Standells,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Star Department,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.