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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
New Order,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Cheater Slicks,
Easy Going,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.