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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Starr,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gladiators,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.