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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Swans to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Khruangbin,
Boredoms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fugs,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
The Kinks,
The Angels of Light,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
New Age Steppers,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
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.