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 Niger and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pulsallama 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Dennis Brown,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Freddie Wadling,
Patti Smith,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Brothers Johnson,
The Offenders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marine Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.