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 Slovakia and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Cameo,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Ten City,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Lalann,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
John Holt,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.