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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Franke,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
The Smoke,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
World's Most,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.