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 Panama and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Lou Reed to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Audionom,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Average White Band,
Buzzcocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
China Crisis,
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.