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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Bobby Sherman,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The J.B.'s,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.