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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
R.M.O.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Royal Trux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.