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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Happenings,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
The Pop Group,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Bang On A Can,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Talk Talk,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Junior Murvin,
Little Man,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
UT,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Slave,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.