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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Wells,
Bauhaus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
X-Ray Spex,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Joy Division,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Tim Buckley,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
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.