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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 güiro and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pantaleimon,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Green,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Jawbox,
The Vogues,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.