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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Saints,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Barbara Tucker,
Pere Ubu,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Camberwell Now,
Big Daddy Kane,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.