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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
Suicide,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
Soul II Soul,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Godley & Creme,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Sound Behaviour,
Fad Gadget,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
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.