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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
AZ,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Lightning Bolt,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.