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 Laos and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Ice-T,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eden Ahbez,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Radiohead,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.