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 Liechtenstein and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
The Martian,
JFA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Hot Snakes,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Chris & Cosey,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.