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 Cambodia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 John Foxx to the crunk 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Nik Kershaw,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Cymande,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ituana,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Eli Mardock,
The Buckinghams,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.