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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Tres Demented,
Roxy Music,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Ken Boothe,
New Age Steppers,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Nas,
the Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
The Sound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
UT,
World's Most,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.