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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 L. Decosne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Smog,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
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.