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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Mars,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fall,
Tres Demented,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Drexciya,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Q65,
Al Stewart,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.