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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Excepter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tom Boy,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.