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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Ultra Naté,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
10cc,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zapp,
Faust,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.