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 Croatia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Alton Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Jandek,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
The Techniques,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
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.