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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Ituana,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.