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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Index,
Ronan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Marvin Gaye,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
The Techniques,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Graham Central Station,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.