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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 guitar 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 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?
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Fear,
Wally Richardson,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magma,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
The Star Department,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
H. Thieme,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacques Brel,
Donny Hathaway,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
Deadbeat,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.