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 Kiribati and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
The Standells,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
The Monochrome Set,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.