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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Winnipeg and Houston.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Invisible to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Howard Jones,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Organ,
Malaria!,
Can,
John Foxx,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.