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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Deepchord 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
X-101,
Faust,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sällskapet,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Max Romeo,
Groovy Waters,
The Black Dice,
Boogie Down Productions,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
Von Mondo,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
The Martian,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.