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 Portugal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aaron Thompson,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Magma,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Monks,
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.