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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fugazi to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Grass Roots,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
EPMD,
The Evens,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Fear,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
Bobby Sherman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.