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 Suriname and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Dave Gahan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Deakin,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.