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 Cambodia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Jawbox to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Janne Schatter,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Rundgren,
T. Rex,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Tres Demented,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.