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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Order to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
The Angels of Light,
Adolescents,
Brass Construction,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
the Normal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Scientists,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Archie Shepp,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gichy Dan,
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.