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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Theoretical Girls,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
CMW,
Bill Near,
Youth Brigade,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.