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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
The Walker Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alice Coltrane,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Moon,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.