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 Guyana and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Stooges,
Unrelated Segments,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
kango's stein massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cramps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Rekid,
The Move,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
Whodini,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
Pole,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
Sly & The Family Stone,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.