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 Seychelles and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Franke,
The Busters,
D'Angelo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Zero Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.