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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Marine Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bluetip,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Organ,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
Kerrie Biddell,
MC5,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.