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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tres Demented to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
UT,
John Lydon,
Wire,
World's Most,
MC5,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
The Kinks,
Can,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
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.