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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Cymande,
The Cramps,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
The Invisible,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
PIL,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T.S.O.L.,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.