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 Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Supertramp,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Monks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.