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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
Pere Ubu,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
Popol Vuh,
Erykah Badu,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio,
The Raincoats,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minutemen,
World's Most,
The Names,
Hoover,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Patti Smith,
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Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
The Martian,
Mars,
John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Sam Rivers,
The Sound,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.