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 Fiji and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Raincoats to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Qualms,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Index,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
Section 25,
Harmonia,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.