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 Australia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fire Engines,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barbara Tucker,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
UT,
The Gun Club,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
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.