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 Poland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
The Grass Roots,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fugs,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
AZ,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
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.