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 Netherlands and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Kas Product to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
June of 44,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
Amazonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.