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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Fugazi,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
T.S.O.L.,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Buzzcocks,
UT,
ABC,
Erasure,
AZ,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.