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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Monks,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Pylon,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.