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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Infiniti,
Morten Harket,
These Immortal Souls,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
The Index,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Gabor Szabo,
Donny Hathaway,
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.