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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Ponytail,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Suicide,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Monks,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Radio Birdman,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.