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 Libya and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Smog,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.