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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eddi Front to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a snare 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
Dave Gahan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.