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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
New Age Steppers,
The Buckinghams,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
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.