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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 marimba and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
Index,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sound,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Erasure,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Magma,
Supertramp,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Rufus Thomas,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.