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 Honduras and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hasil Adkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Scion,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Inner City,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Los Fastidios,
Unrelated Segments,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kurtis Blow,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.