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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Busters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Supertramp,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Wire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Nils Olav,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Von Mondo,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.