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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
The Divine Comedy,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Bourne,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.