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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fall,
Warsaw,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
L. Decosne,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
The Black Dice,
Piero Umiliani,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dave Gahan,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Matthew Halsall,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.