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 Solomon Islands and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
June of 44,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Michelle Simonal,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.