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 Rwanda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Crime,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
X-102,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.