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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Fear,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.