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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
KRS-One,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
the Swans,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Flesh Eaters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Goldenarms,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
the Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thee Headcoats,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.