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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Velvet Underground to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Soulsonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mars,
CMW,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Mandrill,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.