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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Count Five to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 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?
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rites of Spring,
Toni Rubio,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Panda Bear,
Charles Mingus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling,
Soft Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Pulsallama,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hoover,
The Blackbyrds,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Bill Wells,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
cv313,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Tommy Roe,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.