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 Namibia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cecil Taylor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Prunes,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Gong,
Kaleidoscope,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Bobby Byrd,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pierre Henry,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Peter and Kerry,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.