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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
In Retrospect,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Nas,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erasure,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Arab on Radar,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.