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 Bhutan 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Excepter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.