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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 marimba and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
the Swans,
Altered Images,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.