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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Nas,
The Toasters,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
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.