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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Organ,
Excepter,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.