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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Lynne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
R.M.O.,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Interpol,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Jandek,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.