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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Beau Brummels,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barrington Levy,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Organ,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Ludus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.