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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the jazz 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Swans,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Fluxion,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Adolescents,
Johnny Clarke,
James White and The Blacks,
Terry Callier,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.