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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the disco 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Minnie Riperton,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
10cc,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
The Cramps,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
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.