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 China and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Qualms,
Oneida,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
DNA,
Organ,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tres Demented,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
Kas Product,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Bush Tetras,
Slave,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Seeds,
The Grass Roots,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
CMW,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.