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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Franke,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Alice Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Minutemen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-101,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Spoonie Gee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.