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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Faust to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
Inner City,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
Quantec,
Gabor Szabo,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Model 500,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Leonard Cohen,
Outsiders,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.