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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Moss Icon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Terry Callier,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
Crime,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.