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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Mars,
Japan,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
Simply Red,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
The Cramps,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.