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 Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the dance 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonic Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Bananas,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.