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 Spain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
Franke,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Qualms,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Tom Boy,
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.