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 Romania and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Deakin,
the Association,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.