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 Tuvalu and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
D'Angelo,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
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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.