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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the disco 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Swell Maps,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
Freddie Wadling,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Excepter,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick May,
The Fall,
Underground Resistance,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
UT,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.