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 Malta and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Pagans,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Schoolly D,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
E-Dancer,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wire,
DNA,
Japan,
Nas,
New Age Steppers,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.