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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
The United States of America,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alice Coltrane,
Motorama,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
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.