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 Bulgaria and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Index,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Pussy Galore,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
T. Rex,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Howard Jones,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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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.