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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Brick,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Pere Ubu,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.