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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Vladislav Delay,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Kurtis Blow,
H. Thieme,
The Angels of Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Bang On A Can,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Unrelated Segments,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Skriet,
The Buckinghams,
Sandy B,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.