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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
the Sonics,
The Barracudas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Reuben Wilson,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Wasted Youth,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Motorama,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.