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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 the Swans to the dance 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MC5,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Cale,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.