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 Ukraine and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 the Swans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Agent Orange,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Grauzone,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
ABC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.