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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
Brass Construction,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Parry Music,
A Certain Ratio,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
Television,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.