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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Leaves to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Lindisfarne,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
The Wake,
R.M.O.,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.