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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anakelly,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Rundgren,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
The Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.