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 Suriname and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Main Source to the dance 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Index,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Inner City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Wings,
World's Most,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.