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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
The Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
The Invisible,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
Eric Dolphy,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Fatback Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.