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 Madagascar and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Holt 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Wire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
June of 44,
Pagans,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
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.