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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Parry Music to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Rotary Connection,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Young Marble Giants,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.