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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
The Barracudas,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
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.