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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Cramps to the disco 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Don Cherry,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.