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 the UAE and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Easy Going,
The Standells,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Drexciya,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Rites of Spring,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Spandau Ballet,
Boz Scaggs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.