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 Pakistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Can,
Bluetip,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smiths,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Cameo,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Lalo Schifrin,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.