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 Syria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
These Immortal Souls,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Wings,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
AZ,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.