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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
Audionom,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Tres Demented,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Searchers,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Wire,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.