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 New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Echospace,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
Sound Behaviour,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
ABC,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Slave,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.