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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Trumans Water,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
Tres Demented,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
Slave,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.