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 Denmark and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Y Pants,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Black Pus,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Von Mondo,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
The Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Smog,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.