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 Guatemala and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Henry Cow,
Pantytec,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.