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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Scientists,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Saints,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minor Threat,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Black Flag,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.