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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
Reagan Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.