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 Malawi and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a marimba 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Average White Band,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
John Lydon,
Grey Daturas,
Make Up,
Fluxion,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Fatback Band,
H. Thieme,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Stooges,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Ornette Coleman,
The Electric Prunes,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Visage,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.