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 Laos 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Black Moon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
Moebius,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Massinfluence,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.