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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Althea and Donna to the rock 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
UT,
AZ,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Alphaville,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Mars,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
The Techniques,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
The Angels of Light,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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.