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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
The Slackers,
Minutemen,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Surgeon,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Gong,
Erasure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Cecil Taylor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.