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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Aaron Thompson,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Infiniti,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Television Personalities,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Scion,
The Sound,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Henry Cow,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick May,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.