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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Aloha Tigers,
Colin Newman,
The Fortunes,
Davy DMX,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Motorama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang On A Can,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
48th St. Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.