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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Carl Craig to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Public Enemy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Essential Logic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
The Mummies,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.