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 United States and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Bizarre Inc.,
JFA,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
The Remains,
Section 25,
Technova,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Charles Mingus,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Halsall,
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.