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 Yemen and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Archie Shepp,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Organ,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Dark Day,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.