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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Fraelich to the jazz 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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
CMW,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.