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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Faust to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Surgeon,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Yellowson,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
ABBA,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lindisfarne,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.