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 Panama and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
Sarah Menescal,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.