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 Afghanistan and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Bourne,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
The Zeros,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Oneida,
The Index,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.