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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Crooked Eye,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Black Bananas,
Pagans,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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.