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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Invisible to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Smog,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Bauhaus,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Kerri Chandler,
Erykah Badu,
ABC,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Jandek,
Patti Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
F. McDonald,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Barry Ungar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.