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 Kyrgyzstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Delta 5 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fat Boys,
Grey Daturas,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Mars,
OOIOO,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Magazine,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amazonics,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Wings,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Drexciya,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.