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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arcadia,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Wyatt,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Von Mondo,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
U.S. Maple,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
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.