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 Ukraine and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Malaria!,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pylon,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
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.