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 Colombia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Guru Guru to the crunk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review,
Robert Wyatt,
The Saints,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minor Threat,
Pylon,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.