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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Roger Hodgson,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.