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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Moss Icon,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
Magazine,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.