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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 The Wake to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
The Count Five,
Cymande,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Royal Trux,
Reuben Wilson,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Freddie Wadling,
The Raincoats,
Flipper,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABBA,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
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.