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 Latvia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
David Bowie,
Rod Modell,
Fear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Scrapy,
UT,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Aswad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
La Düsseldorf,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
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.