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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
The Dead C,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Bronski Beat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.