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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slick Rick,
The Leaves,
Gang of Four,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Move,
Suburban Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.