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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tom Boy,
Massinfluence,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.