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 Greece and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Siglo XX,
Don Cherry,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pylon,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Eve St. Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
B.T. Express,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
David McCallum,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.