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 Germany and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.