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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Man Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Faraquet,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
The Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Rekid,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.