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 Azerbaijan and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
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 spring reverb 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Rufus Thomas,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
Drexciya,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonic Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
The Birthday Party,
Young Marble Giants,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.