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 Czech Republic and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
Index,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Don Cherry,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Audionom,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
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.