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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Drexciya to the techno 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Josef K,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Warsaw,
MC5,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Max Romeo,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.