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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
PIL,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Second Layer,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Rakim,
Q65,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Jacob Miller,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DJ Sneak,
Terry Callier,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Robert Wyatt,
The Knickerbockers,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Joensuu 1685,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
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.