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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.