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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Angels of Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Pole,
The Martian,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Swell Maps,
Deepchord,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young,
The United States of America,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
UT,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.