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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Scratch Acid,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.