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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Scan 7,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
the Normal,
Pulsallama,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Pus,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
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.