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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Fad Gadget,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
X-102,
Man Parrish,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Livin' Joy,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Deepchord,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.