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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reagan Youth,
E-Dancer,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
The Gladiators,
Magazine,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.