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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Symarip,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Buckinghams,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Chris Corsano,
Max Romeo,
Nico,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Fela Kuti,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.