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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the grime 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a guitar 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
The Martian,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
a-ha,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Joy Division,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Livin' Joy,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q65,
Yellowson,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Jawbox,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.