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 Mongolia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Green,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Fatback Band,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.