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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Liliput,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Grass Roots,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
DNA,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.