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 Bahamas and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani,
Josef K,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
48th St. Collective,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Byrd,
Echospace,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Theoretical Girls,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
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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.