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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the punk 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
Audionom,
X-102,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
R.M.O.,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
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.