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 Chad and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
The Birthday Party,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Max Romeo,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.