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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Maleditus Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anakelly,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
The Doors,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television,
Dark Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.