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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Lalann,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
10cc,
the Normal,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
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.