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 Switzerland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
the Bar-Kays,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Talk Talk,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Y Pants,
Wire,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.