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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
R.M.O.,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
The Misunderstood,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thee Headcoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.