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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Smog 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
MC5,
Nas,
Franke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Kurtis Blow,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
The Zeros,
New Order,
Alphaville,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Neu!,
Gong,
Ice-T,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.