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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Red Krayola to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Parry Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Adolescents,
Colin Newman,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
Urselle,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Intrusion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
The Dead C,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.