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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oneida,
The Star Department,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scan 7,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.