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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jacob Miller to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
The Associates,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.