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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Wake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
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.