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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Bush Tetras,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Panda Bear,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Aaron Thompson,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
These Immortal Souls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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.