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 Beijing.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
LL Cool J,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
The Invisible,
Sugar Minott,
Peter & Gordon,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Toni Rubio,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.