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 Somalia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wasted Youth to the dance 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Jacob Miller,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Albert Ayler,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Young Rascals,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Boredoms,
AZ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cowsills,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
UT,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rapeman,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
The Standells,
Deadbeat,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.