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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Tres Demented,
Joey Negro,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cybotron,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Terry,
Minnie Riperton,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
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.