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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
Adolescents,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-101,
Interpol,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Patti Smith,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.