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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Kings Of Tomorrow 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Deakin,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Liliput,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sugar Minott,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moss Icon,
Soft Machine,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
cv313,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.