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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Accadde A,
The Cramps,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Alphaville,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
KRS-One,
Alison Limerick,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
The Red Krayola,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.