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 Germany and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Zapp to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
the Sonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Hardrive,
Slick Rick,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
The Black Dice,
The Music Machine,
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.