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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Skaos,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gories,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Little Man,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.