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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Doors to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacob Miller,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Nico,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
The Fall,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Quantec,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
The Litter,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.