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 Ireland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
Agent Orange,
Symarip,
MDC,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Mars,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
New Age Steppers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.