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 Finland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Organ 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 electroclash 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 marimba 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Godley & Creme,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Order,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.