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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 mellotron and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
UT,
The Techniques,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Saints,
Rhythm & Sound,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Rundgren,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.