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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Slits to the grime 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.