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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Monks 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vainqueur,
Infiniti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Wings,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band,
Trumans Water,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
Shoche,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.