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 Palau and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
The Residents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
Nico,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
The Motions,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.