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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drexciya to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Cymande,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jeff Mills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Index,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Little Man,
Tomorrow,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.