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 Nauru and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Shanghai and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Mark Hollis to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scratch Acid,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
Surgeon,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Ituana,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Matthew Bourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nico,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scott Walker,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.