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 Kyrgyzstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Slave,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Birthday Party,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.