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 Latvia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Animal Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Slave,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Khruangbin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.