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 Sri Lanka and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Quantec to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
K-Klass,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Porter Ricks,
Magma,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.