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 Chile and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Liliput,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.