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 El Salvador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Deakin,
June Days,
New Order,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
the Sonics,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
The Kinks,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.