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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 EPMD to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Donald Byrd,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Japan,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Rod Modell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxy Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Sound Behaviour,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Silicon Teens,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.