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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
Mo-Dettes,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Guru Guru,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Yazoo,
Faust,
Franke,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.