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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Japan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Rekid,
The Star Department,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.