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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Smoke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Parrish,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Brass Construction,
Joy Division,
Bush Tetras,
Lalann,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.