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 Kiribati and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 Franke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lakeside,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
The Gories,
Unwound,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
The Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.