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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates to the rap 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Buzzcocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Cybotron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Pole,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
The Cowsills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
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.