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 Congo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smoke 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Archie Shepp,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Wings,
Pagans,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Second Layer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crash Course in Science,
Moss Icon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.