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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arab on Radar,
Radio Birdman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
CMW,
Skriet,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crash Course in Science,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
Yaz,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.