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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Toasters,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yellowson,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
the Association,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
X-102,
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.