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 Fiji and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Basic Channel,
the Soft Cell,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
Amazonics,
the Association,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Wings,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
X-102,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deakin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.