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 France and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
Spandau Ballet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
Scratch Acid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
Funkadelic,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.