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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Hardrive,
The Happenings,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Cameo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
ABC,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
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.