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 Haiti and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Q65,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
Junior Murvin,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cosmic Jokers,
JFA,
Toni Rubio,
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.