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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Shoche to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Scion,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Desert Stars,
New York Dolls,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.