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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the disco 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
The Music Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.