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 Honduras and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Searchers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
The Dead C,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Hashim,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
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.