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 Burundi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
Subhumans,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Order,
Laurel Aitken,
Mark Hollis,
The Fall,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Los Fastidios,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Arab on Radar,
John Holt,
Fugazi,
The Dead C,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Monks,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
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.