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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
The Remains,
Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Smog,
the Normal,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.