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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Erykah Badu,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cameo,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Ituana,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
This Heat,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
The Martian,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
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.