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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Masters at Work,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Selecter,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Cymande,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magma,
Connie Case,
8 Eyed Spy,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.