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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Wyatt,
Intrusion,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
Robert Görl,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Dennis Brown,
Barrington Levy,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.