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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
Barbara Tucker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
The Leaves,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.