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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magma,
Echospace,
Underground Resistance,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
The Gories,
John Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Brand Nubian,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.