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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Chris Corsano,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Ralphi Rosario,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Bill Near,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.