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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.