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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Siglo XX to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Wings,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Fear,
Supertramp,
The Trojans,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
Sixth Finger,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Funkadelic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thompson Twins,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Hot Snakes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.