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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a rhodes 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Silicon Teens,
Iggy Pop,
Scott Walker,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
ABC,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.