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 Bhutan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Aural Exciters to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Gories,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barbara Tucker,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
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.