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 Korea North and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the jazz 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
The Index,
the Normal,
Pole,
The Victims,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
PIL,
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.