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 Mongolia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar 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 Masters at Work to the jazz 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Swell Maps,
Gang of Four,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
DJ Sneak,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dave Gahan,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Davy DMX,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.