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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Ralphi Rosario to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
Gong,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.