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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
U.S. Maple,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
X-102,
Delon & Dalcan,
Toni Rubio,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Howard Jones,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.