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 Singapore and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Skaos,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
B.T. Express,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Girls At Our Best!,
Darondo,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.