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 Saudi Arabia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Moby Grape,
Derrick May,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Jacques Brel,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sixth Finger,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.