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 Kazakhstan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hoover to the dance 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
Visage,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
AZ,
Rekid,
MDC,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Wire,
Slave,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.