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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Joyce Sims,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Roxette,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
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.