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 Gambia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Sherman,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Slick Rick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
Gang Green,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
The Saints,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
Peter and Kerry,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Excepter,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.