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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Babytalk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
The Dirtbombs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Faust,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
KRS-One,
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.