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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Glenn Branca to the funk 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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Scratch Acid,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Joensuu 1685,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Minor Threat,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Radio Birdman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.