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 Kuwait and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eli Mardock,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.