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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.