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 Luxembourg and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
MC5,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
David Bowie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swans,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
This Heat,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Wire,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.