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 Guatemala and from Halifax.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 guitar 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 güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Althea and Donna,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.