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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Lower 48,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Bill Wells,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Little Man,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Scratch Acid,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Jandek,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.