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 Latvia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Organ,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Rekid,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.