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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lungfish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Swans,
Robert Hood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
The Smiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
The Move,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lucky Dragons,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
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.