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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Ralphi Rosario,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.