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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Thee Headcoats to the punk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Clear Light,
The Names,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Nico,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Ossler,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
Johnny Clarke,
CMW,
Steve Hackett,
Jacques Brel,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.