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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 In Retrospect to the grime 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funky Four + One,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
PIL,
Black Pus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Trumans Water,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
The Standells,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Loose Ends,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
Magma,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.