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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Japan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.