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 Niger and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope 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?
10cc,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mad Mike,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.