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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Tom Boy,
Easy Going,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Blake Baxter,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Q and Not U,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
MC5,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Associates,
Minny Pops,
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.