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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Wells,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.