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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Depeche Mode,
The Names,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Eden Ahbez,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Enemy,
Icehouse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.