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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Lungfish to the punk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sight & Sound,
The New Christs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
the Association,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Eric Dolphy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Ituana,
Heaven 17,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.