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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Icehouse,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
D'Angelo,
Stereo Dub,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Simply Red,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
X-101,
Mo-Dettes,
Can,
Japan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
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.