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 Uganda and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Mandrill,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
JFA,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Moby Grape,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.