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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
David Bowie,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Bill Near,
Flipper,
Skarface,
The Mummies,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
Procol Harum,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.