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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Black Moon to the electroclash 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
In Retrospect,
The Zeros,
Infiniti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
Fatback Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.