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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
June Days,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Can,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
LL Cool J,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Basic Channel,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Country Teasers,
Black Flag,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.