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 Belgium 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Slave,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.