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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Television,
cv313,
Intrusion,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gun Club,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.