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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Crime,
Unwound,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Suicide,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.