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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Invisible to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Marine Girls,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Harmonia,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
These Immortal Souls,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Max Romeo,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
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.