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 Korea North and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 In Retrospect to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
MC5,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Surgeon,
Warsaw,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.