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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Todd Terry,
JFA,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Technova,
Grauzone,
PIL,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Ossler,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.