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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zero Boys 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Last Poets,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.