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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kas Product,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Faust,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
World's Most,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Animal Collective,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
K-Klass,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Circle Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.