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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Josef K to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Toni Rubio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Siglo XX,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.