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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mad Mike,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alison Limerick,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Make Up,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.