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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rap 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Q65,
The Dave Clark Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Gichy Dan,
Rufus Thomas,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.