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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
The Toasters,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Television,
MDC,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultra Naté,
Alphaville,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Sarah Menescal,
The Stooges,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Harpers Bizarre,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.