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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Happenings to the crunk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
The Associates,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
the Soft Cell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Surgeon,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.