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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
The Blues Magoos,
Eve St. Jones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
X-102,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
World's Most,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Hashim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
The Martian,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Smooth,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.