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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cameo to the rock 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
Trumans Water,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
MC5,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Eden Ahbez,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.