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 Qatar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mantronix to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Nirvana,
Spandau Ballet,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Wire,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sandy B,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
The Names,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Oblivians,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.