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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.