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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the crunk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scan 7,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
This Heat,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Scion,
The Birthday Party,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Deadbeat,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
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.