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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Yazoo,
New Order,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Parry Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
DJ Sneak,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
The United States of America,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.