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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Skriet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Evens,
The Monochrome Set,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.