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 Fiji and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Last Poets to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 organ and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stetsasonic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
H. Thieme,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hot Snakes,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
Pussy Galore,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
the Normal,
Rites of Spring,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aloha Tigers,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Saccharine Trust,
The Techniques,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.