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 Norway and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Wire,
Andrew Hill,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Gong,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Circle Jerks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.