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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
The Litter,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
In Retrospect,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Bourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ponytail,
Derrick May,
T. Rex,
Oblivians,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Faraquet,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
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.