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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Popol Vuh to the rock 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Depeche Mode,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
The Real Kids,
The Martian,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Niagra,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.