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 Bhutan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Sällskapet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Rufus Thomas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Tubeway Army,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.