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 Belize and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Blake Baxter,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.