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 Tuvalu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Toasters to the electroclash 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cure,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
John Holt,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.