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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Janne Schatter,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Loose Ends,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
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.