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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yellowson to the dance 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
China Crisis,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Max Romeo,
Marc Almond,
Harmonia,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
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.