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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gong,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
The Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Inner City,
Basic Channel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heaven 17,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Henry Cow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Slave,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The J.B.'s,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.