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 Brunei and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding,
Minor Threat,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
JFA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.