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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Stooges to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Smooth,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Gang of Four,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Desert Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Grey Daturas,
Amon Düül,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.