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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin 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 rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.