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 Senegal and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
the Human League,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Warren Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
The Grass Roots,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.