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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Evens to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Brick,
Davy DMX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barry Ungar,
Dave Gahan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Wally Richardson,
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.