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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Circle Jerks to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Darondo,
Ossler,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
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.