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 Brunei and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 the Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Desert Stars,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Smog,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
June Days,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
the Soft Cell,
Colin Newman,
Lungfish,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sister Nancy,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.