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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Quantec,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Angry Samoans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.