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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 D'Angelo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Jerry's Kids,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
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.