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 Tunisia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
The Birthday Party,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
The Wake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.