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 Macedonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
ABC,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Mark Hollis,
The American Breed,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Neu!,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.