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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
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,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Green,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rekid,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Funky Four + One,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Lynne,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Second Layer,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.