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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Wally Richardson 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Cheater Slicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Japan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
cv313,
The Remains,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
EPMD,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crash Course in Science,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
The Divine Comedy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Danielle Patucci,
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.