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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Pylon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
Intrusion,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
Excepter,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Blake Baxter,
Brass Construction,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
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.