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 Honduras and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 H. Thieme to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Unwound 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
The New Christs,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Fat Boys,
The Offenders,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
the Sonics,
Marmalade,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stereo Dub,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.