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 San Marino and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quantec to the funk 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
New Order,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
John Holt,
UT,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.