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 Albania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 June Days to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Liliput,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Radiohead,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Ronan,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.