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 Cyprus 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Banda Bassotti,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
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.