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 India and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Motions to the punk 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
Niagra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
The Gories,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Moby Grape,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
Nas,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
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.