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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Hashim,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Ponytail,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.