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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Cecil Taylor,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Jeff Mills,
The Trojans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Nas,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.