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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Sun Ra,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Pulsallama,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
Brick,
FM Einheit,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Von Mondo,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
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.