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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Technova,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Swans,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Goldenarms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
The Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Smog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.