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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Arthur Verocai,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Sun Ra,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
New Order,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.