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 Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
Technova,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
The Trojans,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Motions,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Blossom Toes,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
Yusef Lateef,
Soul II Soul,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.