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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rod Modell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
June of 44,
Gong,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.