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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pole to the electroclash 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Quantec,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Swans,
Magazine,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.