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 Benin and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Rod Modell,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Wells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
The Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Visage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Infiniti,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.