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 Madagascar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pussy Galore 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swans,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
Yellowson,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
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.