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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Barry Ungar,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Sparks,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.