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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Erasure,
Smog,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ken Boothe,
Television,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Altered Images,
Infiniti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bob Dylan,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.