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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.