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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
Byron Stingily,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
the Normal,
Pantytec,
The Fortunes,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.