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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Tim Buckley,
CMW,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
David McCallum,
Slick Rick,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Livin' Joy,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Shoche,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Technova,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
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.