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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Rekid,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Archie Shepp,
Arab on Radar,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minor Threat,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.