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 Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Shoche,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Rekid,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gichy Dan,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.