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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Moody Blues to the rock 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Deakin,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.