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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Television,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Second Layer,
Interpol,
The Move,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
X-101,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Pulsallama,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
F. McDonald,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Pylon,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
New Order,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.