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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Los Fastidios,
Scan 7,
Mission of Burma,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
AZ,
Hasil Adkins,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Enemy,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Nirvana,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.