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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Heaven 17,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brothers Johnson,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Brass Construction,
Wasted Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Groovy Waters,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
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.