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 Cambodia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Can,
Oblivians,
Japan,
Suburban Knight,
Nils Olav,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Aswad,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sugar Minott,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
The Beau Brummels,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.