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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Wings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
K-Klass,
Easy Going,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.