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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Sun Ra to the dance 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Youth Brigade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Stiv Bators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alison Limerick,
Warsaw,
The Fortunes,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Isaac Hayes,
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.