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 Italy and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Patti Smith,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blake Baxter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Human League,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.