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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cymande to the punk 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Q65,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Starr,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
New Order,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
The Cure,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.