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 Germany and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nation of Ulysses,
Symarip,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
Qualms,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Crooked Eye,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
David Bowie,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.