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 Laos and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Fuzztones to the crunk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Chris Corsano,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Easy Going,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.