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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Liliput,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Donald Byrd,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
Interpol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unwound,
This Heat,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
48th St. Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Albert Ayler,
David Bowie,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.