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 Burundi and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Quadrant,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Isaac Hayes,
Deakin,
Mars,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Nas,
Al Stewart,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Technova,
The Misunderstood,
The New Christs,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Yaz,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Wally Richardson,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.