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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
The Misunderstood,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zero Boys,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Rekid,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.