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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Wells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doors,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
DNA,
Technova,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
Aswad,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Red Krayola,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Foxx,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.