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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Dennis Brown,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Television,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.