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 Haiti and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 güiro 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 Khruangbin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Kas Product,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.