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 Benin 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slave 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Simply Red,
DJ Style,
Flipper,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Five Americans,
The Doors,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.