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 Thailand and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
The Standells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Lou Christie,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Pussy Galore,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Pierre Henry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.