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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Motions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Lucky Dragons,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan,
Joe Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White 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.