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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
The Fuzztones,
T. Rex,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eurythmics,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
The Associates,
The Names,
Audionom,
the Normal,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Banda Bassotti,
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.