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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
10cc,
Mantronix,
Swell Maps,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
Monolake,
Gong,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
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.