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 Ireland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Minutemen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Crime,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
K-Klass,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers,
Aural Exciters,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
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.