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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the jazz 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
Wings,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
New York Dolls,
Flash Fearless,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.