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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Amazonics to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The Victims,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Robert Görl,
Man Eating Sloth,
MDC,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.