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 Maldives and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Chris & Cosey,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smoke,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
Wolf Eyes,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Colin Newman,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
The Red Krayola,
Barry Ungar,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.