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 Bahamas and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Zero Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
The Moody Blues,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Malaria!,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Delon & Dalcan,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.