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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
The Divine Comedy,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Kayak,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.