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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Invisible to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
A Certain Ratio,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
EPMD,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.