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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 an organ and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
The Fall,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Nas,
Crime,
The Doors,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Fugazi,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
AZ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.