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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Adolescents 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Vogues,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.