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 Cambodia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Raincoats to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Eddi Front,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Heaven 17,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Urselle,
Glenn Branca,
Gregory Isaacs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ludus,
Freddie Wadling,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.