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 Luxembourg and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Minutemen,
Ten City,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Excepter,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
June of 44,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.