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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Chris & Cosey,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
In Retrospect,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.