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 Samoa and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 Jimmy McGriff to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
The Smiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Jerry's Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Ituana,
The Mummies,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Scrapy,
MC5,
The Saints,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.