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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ash Ra Tempel 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Black Sheep,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.