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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soul II Soul to the punk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Surgeon,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
Hasil Adkins,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Gang of Four,
Rakim,
Lalann,
MDC,
Wire,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.