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 Korea North and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Warsaw,
The Slits,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Michelle Simonal,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Last Poets,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
Leonard Cohen,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
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.