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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Index 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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?
Angry Samoans,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fall,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Deakin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pagans,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Japan,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.