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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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?
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
Man Eating Sloth,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Thompson Twins,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.