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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 The Sonics to the dance 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
The Move,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Rotary Connection,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
PIL,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Ultravox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound,
Delta 5,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
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.