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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Symarip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
UT,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Eddi Front,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Aswad,
Index,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
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.