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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Technova,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scan 7,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Matthew Halsall,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.