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 Poland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fugazi 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
The United States of America,
Minor Threat,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
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.