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 Liechtenstein 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Audionom,
Essential Logic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Von Mondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
Schoolly D,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Barbara Tucker,
Dawn Penn,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.