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 Romania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Anakelly,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
Crooked Eye,
Arcadia,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Wells,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.