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 Korea North and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Funkadelic,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Connie Case,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Monks,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bauhaus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Music Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
John Holt,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Eurythmics,
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.