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 New Zealand and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
Spoonie Gee,
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Fear,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
June of 44,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jandek,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mission of Burma,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.