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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Carl Craig,
Faraquet,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unwound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Eating Sloth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.