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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Peter and Kerry to the jazz 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fat Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Age Steppers,
The Gladiators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cheater Slicks,
Ten City,
Trumans Water,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.