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 Equatorial Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 cv313 to the grime 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
The Star Department,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kayak,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.