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 Netherlands and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Judy Mowatt,
The Kinks,
Animal Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
Joey Negro,
Pantaleimon,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Mad Mike,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.