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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
48th St. Collective,
Roger Hodgson,
Joyce Sims,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Amazonics,
The Residents,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.