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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Brick to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
The Offenders,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aural Exciters,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Skriet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
The Martian,
Malaria!,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Faraquet,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.