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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson,
The Cowsills,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Magma,
Popol Vuh,
Thompson Twins,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
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.