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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Silicon Teens,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
X-102,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
June Days,
Easy Going,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Young Marble Giants,
Bluetip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.