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 Guinea-Bissau and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Pus to the dance 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Connie Case,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
The Tremeloes,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Peter & Gordon,
MDC,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
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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.