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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the grime 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Porter Ricks,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Ornette Coleman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donny Hathaway,
Grauzone,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moleskins,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.