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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Audionom to the disco 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Hot Snakes,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Hoover,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rekid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DNA,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Swans,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.