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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Kaleidoscope,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Soft Machine,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
T.S.O.L.,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
Fear,
The Residents,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.