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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Outsiders to the grunge 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
The Fugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
The Sonics,
The Litter,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
The Index,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Ossler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
June Days,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Modern Lovers,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.