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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Average White Band,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quando Quango,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Excepter,
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.