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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Names,
X-101,
Faust,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Desert Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalann,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
the Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.