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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Mandrill,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
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.