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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Ice-T,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Music Machine,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronnie Foster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Minnie Riperton,
Easy Going,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Tommy Roe,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
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.