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 Brazil and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Slick Rick,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.