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 Lebanon and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Popol Vuh,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
ABC,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.