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 Cambodia and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacques Brel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Jacques Brel,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Technova,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swans,
The Move,
Ken Boothe,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
a-ha,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.