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 Niger and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
June Days,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté,
Man Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slick Rick,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Popol Vuh,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Sällskapet,
John Cale,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Mars,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.