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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Graham Central Station,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Main Source,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
The Grass Roots,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Index,
The Names,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Neu!,
John Cale,
K-Klass,
Cybotron,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.