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 Czech Republic and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Ituana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Minutemen,
In Retrospect,
Severed Heads,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
The Moleskins,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
KRS-One,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
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.