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 Niger and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Harpers Bizarre,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
The Five Americans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Womack,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
The Associates,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Moebius,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
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.