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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Slits,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Outsiders,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Index,
Chrome,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.