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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Blancmange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Excepter,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
The Last Poets,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.