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 Australia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Modern Lovers to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Smog,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Wyatt,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dead C,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.