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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Sarah Menescal,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Jandek,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Joy Division,
Mars,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
Masters at Work,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.