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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Pole,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Oneida,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
DJ Style,
UT,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
cv313,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.