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 Georgia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
The Saints,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
The Tremeloes,
Babytalk,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Organ,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
Agent Orange,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Oneida,
the Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.