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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
the Normal,
Little Man,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Camberwell Now,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Fear,
Nas,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Skaos,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.