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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Monolake,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Accadde A,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
the Sonics,
PIL,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.