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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Derrick May,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Franke,
Amazonics,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.