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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 This Heat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Q and Not U,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
The Walker Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
Television Personalities,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Barbara Tucker,
Oneida,
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.