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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Sexual Harrassment to the techno 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom,
Interpol,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Ossler,
MDC,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Aswad,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.