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 Iceland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a rhodes 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Peter & Gordon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.