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 Seychelles and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gabor Szabo to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soulsonic Force,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
The Dead C,
The Evens,
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.