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 Tonga and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Qualms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Raincoats,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
The Move,
Index,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
The New Christs,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Roxette,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.