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 East Timor and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 X-101 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül II,
Organ,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
Bad Manners,
Ten City,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
Oneida,
AZ,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.