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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth 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 disco 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 snare and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
The Five Americans,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.