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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 John Coltrane to the techno 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Boz Scaggs,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Stooges,
The Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Lindisfarne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Matthew Halsall,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Man Parrish,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.