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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Neu!,
The Residents,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Hashim,
Dual Sessions,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Sonic Youth,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Soulsonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sandy B,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.