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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
The Barracudas,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Rundgren,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Hoover,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.