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 Haiti and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dual Sessions,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
Visage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
DNA,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
JFA,
The Names,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.