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 Serbia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Holger Czukay 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 American Breed to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Funkadelic,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Toni Rubio,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cheater Slicks,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Marc Almond,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.