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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
EPMD,
Y Pants,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The J.B.'s,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultra Naté,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anthony Braxton,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.