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 East Timor and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
The Doobie Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Scrapy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Faust,
Loose Ends,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
Brick,
Moss Icon,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Joyce Sims,
The Remains,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.