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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacob Miller,
the Slits,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
L. Decosne,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
The Young Rascals,
The Cure,
a-ha,
Audionom,
Shoche,
Can,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.