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 Sri Lanka and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalann,
Can,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Oblivians,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Fugazi,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
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.