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 Congo 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Cal Tjader,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.