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 Qatar and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Soulsonic Force,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.