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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Remains,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Excepter,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Flipper,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.