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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Kinks to the grunge 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Nik Kershaw,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Outsiders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Theoretical Girls,
Quadrant,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
Liliput,
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.