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 Ireland and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Iggy Pop,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
The Invisible,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Can,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.