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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rotary Connection,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Enemy,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.