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 Senegal and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
Wasted Youth,
John Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Babytalk,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Television,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Pagans,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.