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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
The Slackers,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Siglo XX,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sparks,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Gang Green,
Bang On A Can,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Juan Atkins,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Pole,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.