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 Bhutan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Unrelated Segments to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
The Associates,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.