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 Barbados and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Neu!,
Excepter,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.