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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
AZ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Moss Icon,
Fugazi,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Visage,
the Sonics,
JFA,
Gong,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.