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 Uganda and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 AZ to the rock 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
The Fortunes,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.