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 Senegal and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the funk 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Unrelated Segments,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.