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 Korea South and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Television to the jazz 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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?
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Black Dice,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Hood,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kayak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rosa Yemen,
Fear,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ten City,
The Doors,
Sällskapet,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.