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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wings to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Searchers,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Slick Rick,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
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.