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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Inner City,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Khruangbin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick May,
Wings,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.