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 Malaysia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby 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?
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
10cc,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Urselle,
CMW,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Quando Quango,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Boz Scaggs,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
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.