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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rapeman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Sparks,
10cc,
Sonny Sharrock,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
the Association,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Freddie Wadling,
The Remains,
Can,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Scrapy,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Agent Orange,
The Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.