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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Association to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q and Not U,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Bush Tetras,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
UT,
The Moleskins,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.