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 the UAE and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Byron Stingily,
Khruangbin,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Nils Olav,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
UT,
Gong,
June of 44,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
the Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.