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 Botswana and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Jacob Miller,
The Black Dice,
Gong,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Tubeway Army,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.