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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Faust,
Unrelated Segments,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jandek,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Desert Stars,
Nico,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Godley & Creme,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Maleditus Sound,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Japan,
AZ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q65,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
The Sound,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.