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 Chad and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Prince Buster,
The Toasters,
Sällskapet,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Moss Icon,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
CMW,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.