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 Maldives and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Harmonia,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Rakim,
Swans,
Metal Thangz,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Bronski Beat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Gang Green,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Model 500,
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.