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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Eric Dolphy 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fear,
LL Cool J,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wasted Youth,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.