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 Palau and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Ludus,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sarah Menescal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Royal Trux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.