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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Tomorrow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.