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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slick Rick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Litter,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wolf Eyes,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.