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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Quando Quango,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Patti Smith,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
Joey Negro,
Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Chrome,
Oneida,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
The Motions,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Michelle Simonal,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
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.