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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
The Barracudas,
John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minnie Riperton,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Can,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.