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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 snare 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Roger Hodgson,
Das Ding,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.