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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Wings,
Cluster,
Malaria!,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Carl Craig,
Wolf Eyes,
Trumans Water,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.