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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
June Days,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Au Pairs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.