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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
MDC,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
the Association,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dark Day,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Au Pairs,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.