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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 ABBA to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Khruangbin,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.