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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warren Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boredoms,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.