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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Swans,
Ossler,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Talk Talk,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül II,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.