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 Micronesia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Slave,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Symarip,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
Erasure,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys,
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.