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 Kiribati and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Panda Bear to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Yaz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.