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 Guyana and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Television Personalities to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.