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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 marimba and a güiro 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Yusef Lateef,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Eden Ahbez,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Talk Talk,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.