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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
Animal Collective,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Japan,
Oblivians,
The Cure,
Absolute Body Control,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Flag,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.