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 Seychelles and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Maleditus Sound to the punk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Pagans,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Amazonics,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
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.