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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Ituana,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Minnie Riperton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Susan Cadogan,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-102,
Basic Channel,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Swans,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.