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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kerri Chandler 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Subhumans,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camberwell Now,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Roy Ayers,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Black Flag,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
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.