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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Second Layer,
New Order,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Slave,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.