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 Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Reagan Youth to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Amazonics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Real Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
The Slits,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.