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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
The Stooges,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Organ,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.