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 Burkina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
The Blues Magoos,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
ABC,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Harmonia,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
The Index,
Moby Grape,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Faust,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Negative Approach,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.