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 Kiribati and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kurtis Blow to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
The Gories,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Shoche,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Saccharine Trust,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Lindisfarne,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.