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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Y Pants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Television,
Joy Division,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
The Stooges,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.