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 Lithuania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Style,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Jacob Miller,
Whodini,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Visage,
The Searchers,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.