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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the rap 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 808 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Liliput,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Flipper,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Skarface,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
World's Most,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Icehouse,
CMW,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.