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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 The Wake to the jazz 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.