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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stiv Bators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
Fat Boys,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.