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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Supertramp,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
Chris Corsano,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.