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 United States and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Ronan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
X-101,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Piero Umiliani,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Buzzcocks,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.