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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kaleidoscope,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Pantaleimon,
Liliput,
Wasted Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.