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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
H. Thieme,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Essential Logic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.