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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
Wings,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Warsaw,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Wyatt,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neu!,
Outsiders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Todd Rundgren,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Schoolly D,
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.