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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Dave Gahan,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-101,
AZ,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Arthur Verocai,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
The Offenders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Leonard Cohen,
Archie Shepp,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Selecter,
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.