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 United States and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the disco 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
CMW,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
DNA,
Visage,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Eli Mardock,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.