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 Antigua and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
MC5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Procol Harum,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Smog,
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.