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 Korea North and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Robert Palmer 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mission of Burma,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
Pulsallama,
Soft Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
The Residents,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultra Naté,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fuzztones,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.