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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy Collins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Maurizio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Pylon,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Technova,
Connie Case,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
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.