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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magazine,
CMW,
Pussy Galore,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Tom Boy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erykah Badu,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Amazonics,
F. McDonald,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.