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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
The Fall,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Qualms,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roy Ayers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.