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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Danielle Patucci,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
the Germs,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sound,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Mandrill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fear,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
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.