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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Leaves to the punk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
The Busters,
The Count Five,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Mr. Review,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.