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 Algeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.