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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the electroclash 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deakin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harmonia,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
The Toasters,
Crash Course in Science,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Talk Talk,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.