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 Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.