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 Malta and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Black Sheep,
Index,
Gang of Four,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Carl Craig,
Crispian St. Peters,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gories,
The Cramps,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.