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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Monks,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.