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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a mellotron 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
The Doors,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Ohio Players,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Terry Callier,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.