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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Marmalade,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Minny Pops,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Sonic Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swans,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Eurythmics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quando Quango,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.