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 Morocco and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Music Machine to the techno 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
The Associates,
The Victims,
Lou Christie,
Steve Hackett,
John Cale,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.