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 Czech Republic and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Colin Newman,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Arab on Radar,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Warren Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Organ,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
The Motions,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
X-101,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
MC5,
The Busters,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.