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 Antigua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Minutemen to the disco 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a theremin 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
the Germs,
X-101,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
T.S.O.L.,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Leaves,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Lalann,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.