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 Costa Rica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Associates to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
The Litter,
CMW,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.