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 Yemen and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 R.M.O. to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radio Birdman,
Bizarre Inc.,
kango's stein massive,
OOIOO,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Grauzone,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thompson Twins,
Excepter,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Youth Brigade,
The Toasters,
Underground Resistance,
The Human League,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
The Remains,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.