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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Warren Ellis,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Scion,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
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.