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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Minor Threat,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Josef K,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.